Breaking away

"...is Angelus again." He frowned when he heard Gunns voice. "We should..." Wesely started before he noticed Angel. He clutched the cross in his hand. "Hello Angel. We were just discussing..." He trailed off nervously. "I still have my soul guys. It's just... Spike is in really bad shape. And despite everything we have done to each other he is still my childe. I'm just a bit overprotective right now. So long as you guys don't try to hurt him we won't have any problems. He has his chip now so he can't hurt any of you." Cordelia stepped forward. "I don't understand. I mean he had you tortured." Angel sighed. "I know what he is and what he did Cordelia. And those hot pokers were nothing compared to what Angelus did the last time he was stuck in that wheelchair. Trust me on that." He winced as flashes of his childe's broken bloodstained body flashed through his head. "All things considered it is a miracle he didn't stake me. If I had been in his position I would have." Cordelia's eyes widened and nodded.

He stalked over to the phone and punched in a number. "Giles speaking." He sat down at his desk, turning away from the other humans in the process. "This is Angel." He could practically hear the watcher removing his glasses and polishing them. "Is something wrong. Did Cordelia perceive a threat towards Buffy." Angel bit back a growl at her name. "No. I was just wondering how long ago Spike left Sunnydale." He could hear the confusion in the watchers voice. "Left... I uh..." His eyes narrowed. The idiots hadn't even known he was gone. "I thought you guys were taking care of him. Making sure he had enough blood and such." He managed to keep the growl out of his voice. Barely but still. "Yes. That is we were... He hasn't been around as much since Buffy returned. He has been helping out but... That is... He seemed to be doing fine on his own... A bit bruised up at times... But you know Spike. Always getting in trouble."

He growled. "So you haven’t been feeding him then. Even though he helped you out." He ignored the watchers stammered reply. "Is Buffy there." He cut the watcher off. "Yes. Here she is." He could here the phone exchange hands. "Hello Angel." He could hear her bright bubbly tone. "What did you do to Spike?" He growled, no longer able to contain himself, his eyes turning yellow. "What do you mean. I didn't do anything. And since when do you care anyway." She accused him. She was obviously lying through her teeth. "Don't lie to me Buffy. I know you did something to him." She stammered a denial. "I know you were having a relationship with him. I can still smell you on his clothes so stop lying. NOW." Wesley and the others took a careful step back as his voice echoed through the hall.

"I did NOT have a relationship with Spike. He is just an evil soulless undead thing. I would never be with him. And why the hell do you care about HIM anyway. He is nothing. Who cares whether he is dust or not." He felt his eyes bleed red as Angelus broke through to the forefront. "Now ya listen here lassie. I know ye fucked 'im I can... Ye're the one that 'urt 'im." He growled as everything clicked into place. "Now ye listen 'ere missy 'cause soul or no, if ye ever touch me boyo again I will rip out yer entrails and choke you to death with 'em." He slammed the phone down with a roar and flew up the stairs to where his precious child lay.

How dare that little bitch harm HIS childe. Not enough that they didn't feed him but then hurt him as well. It was no wonder his childe ran away from there. He opened the room in time to see his childe jump up from the bed. His boy took one look at him and paled. He grabbed his childe and pulled him into a hug. Wincing a little as he smelled the fear coming from the trembling form in his arms. "Hush m'boy. Not gonna 'urt ye childe. Not gonna let anyone 'urt ye either. I'm sorry 'bout before little one. Wasn't sane then. Wouldn't 'ave 'urt ye if I was. Hush." He nuzzled the blonde hair underneath his nose and ran his hands up and down the younger vampire's sides.

"Sire?" Came the frightened small voice. "Yea' little one. Sire 's 'ere Will." He drew back so he could stare into Spike's hurt, frightened and slightly hopeful eyes. He gently stroked the face in front of him and kissed his brow. "To bed m'boy. Ye need yer rest now. Come." He stretched out on the bed and opened his arms. Spike looked at the door before turning his eyes back to his sire. He looked back to the door in indecision for a moment before sighing and climbing into his sire's arms. Angelus unbuttoned his shirt and made a shallow cut along on his chest. "Drink childe." Spike's eyes grew huge as he stared at his sire in confusion. The dark haired vampire curled one arm around the blonde's shoulder and drew him closed to the cut. He smiled as his grandchilde slowly licked at the blood that was making It’s way down his chest before suckling gently at the wound. Angelus slowly ran his fingers through the other's hair as he fed. Enjoying the sensations going through him for a moment. It had been too long since this happened last. Way too long. When his little one was done he pulled him closer and buried his nose in his childe's hair. "Rest now little one." He let a gentle purr rumble through his chest and soon his childe was asleep again.